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Chapter 5 by Enfma Enfma

Does Simone get a chance to clean up, or at least something to cover herself with before being ushered outside?

Nope.

"Mom please, at least let me throw a shirt on!"

"You can get dressed in the car. Now grab your bags and march downstairs."

"My bags? Oh... I knew there was something i forgot while i was mastur- uh... Brushing my teeth. heheh."

"God damn it Simone... Are you telling me you didn't pack at all?!" Her exasperated mother buried her face deep into her palm and muttered "Fuck it, we'll figure something out... At least you bothered to put on panties."

Catching that, Simone replied "Umm... I'm not wearing panties."

"Not wearing pan- You mean to tell me that that's your pubi- ...Remind me to get you a razor for your birthday, or hedge clippers. Now lets go."

Like a baby being born, Simone was pulled from the musky womb of her room and into the bright light of the upstairs hall. The cool air causing goosebumps to form across the vast hills and valleys of her obscenely voluptuous body. From the top of the stairs, Simone bore witness to her Father and Sister waiting for her just as her mother said. She also bore witness to the jaw-dropping shock on her Father's face, as well as the smug grin of delight on her Sister's, relishing Simone's humiliation.

With every step down, vibrations cascaded across Simone's body and caused immense jiggling. Her massive tits slapping her big belly as if it were a bongo drum and her colossal ass clapping in rhythm. Even worse, this was getting Simone off. She closed her eyes, breathing in deeply and softly moaning in pleasure as her shimmeringly slimy vagina oozed womanly nectar, leaving a trail all the way from her bedroom.

"I knew you liked to pack light Simone, but i think you forgot something." Joked her Father, **** to make light of an awkward situation.

"She probably ran out of clothes that fit. I doubt anything could hide those milkers, Right Si-moo-ne? You really might as well become a Nudist." Her Sister Teased.

"Now now, Let's save our remarks until we're in the car. Just because Simone chose today of all days to come out as a Nudist doesn't mean we can just stop everything." Her Mother added.

"I'm not a Nudist, I just forgot... everything." Simone meekly defended.

"Oh. My. God. You forgot to get dressed?! At least if you were a nudist you could've gone out with some shred of dignity, but i guess you really have NOTHING LEFT. Jeez, and I thought only slutty bimbos could be that dumb, not a fat nerd like you sis." Simone's sister couldn't help but twist the knife a little more.

As the foursome hustled to their car, Simone shivered as the freezing winter winds caressed her totally bare body. Salt and gravel dug into her heels as she made her way down the driveway. Of course, Simone forgot to put shoes on, on top of everything else. Her father and sister got inside as her mother packed their bags into the trunk.

Simone, about to get in as well before her mother yelled "Hold it Nature girl, you're not getting comfy yet." as she sifted through their bags.

A few seconds felt like an eternity in this blizzard. Simone could swear she felt icicles forming from her pussy juice, but her mother was finally back with a large beach towel.

"Here, sit on this. I don't want you getting your... Excretions... all over the leather. And don't be too messy, this is your only form of cover until we land."

Does the Towel last?

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